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Show The Road to Yesterday. Close by the path of every day: The winding roadway lies; We breathe the incense of the dawn Beneath the solemn skies. And lo, cloud curtains lift and bring Old scenes before our eyes! A sound of bell on summer eve, A breath of violet's bloom. When touch of little clinging hand-Comes hand-Comes with the faint perfume And then the road to' yesterday Breaks shining 'through the gloom! We catch a glimpse of snowy peaks Above a shadowed vale: Or down some mountain's sloping side There bloom the wild flowers pale; Or on the far horizon falls A light on sinking sail. Along the Road to yesterday Lie palaces of light And windy caves in barren lands Whereof no man has sight. And strange moons round a stranger earth Draw wild tides in the night! The road leads over sunken seas And stretch of desert sands, The stars of long past ages shine O'er wondrous twilight lands; And there are long-forgotten friends Who once have clasped our hands! M. E. Buhler in New York Sun. |